In those uncertain times,
while fighting with her inner self,
about the relevance of its mere existence.
When darkness crept in,
every now and then,
where birds used to wander around,
with their chirps and melodies.
When self-doubts , turned the crown,
to a tiara made of thorns,
which once carried pride and confidence.
When finally she decided,
that everything was meant to be,
like this, Always,
While her faith started stinking,
and her hopes turned to chaos of doubts,
And her decisions, filled with,
Someone sat beside her,
With Mogra flowers in his palms.
He gave those flowers to her,
asked her to bring them closer,
to her face, to feel them,
And breath in the fragrance.
As she did it,
He stared at her
and asked what's the matter ,
As she looked up
the pain, fear, doubts
and her darkest secrets,
started finding their way out,
Her stinking faith started,
her hopes started boldening up,
above the chaos,
Those hands of care and
healed her soul,
filled her surrounding with the fragrance,
of love, care, hopes and serendipity,
she felt like a river,
a river that carried with it every possible,
load of struggles,
every colour of life and expectations,
but never stopped cutting her way through,
the hurdles as high as mountains,
It flowed till she,
transformed the rocks to pretty pebbles.
With those hands of care and love,
And fragrant MOGRA FLOWERS...
#midnighttales #fragrantsoul #poetry #poetrycommunity #rants
#randomtale #mogra #inexplicable #paralleluniverse #faith
#chaos #coloursoflife #listen #care #feelinggood #letitflow